Psalms 94

Bishops(i) 1 O God the Lord of [all] auengeaunce: the Lorde of [all] auengeaunce shewe thy [glorious maiestie. 2 Be exalted O thou iudge of the world: and rewarde the proude after their deseruyng 3 O God howe long shall the vngodly: howe long shall the vngodly triumph 4 All such as be workers of iniquitie: they babble, they prate shoutly, they make boastes of them selues 5 They oppresse thy people O God: and they afflict thine heritage 6 They murther the wyddowe and the straunger: & put the fatherlesse to death 7 And they say, tushe the Lorde seeth it not: neither doth the God of Iacob vnderstande it 8 Understande ye vnwyse among the people: O ye fooles, when wyll ye be well aduised 9 He that hath planted the eare, shall he not heare? yf he shapeth the eye, shall he not see 10 He that chasteneth the heathen, shall not he punishe? it is he that teacheth man knowledge 11 God knoweth the thoughtes of man: that they are but vanitie 12 Blessed is the man O Lorde, whom thou wylt chasten: and whom thou wylt instruct in thy lawe 13 That thou mayest geue hym patience in tyme of aduersitie: vntyll the pyt be digged vp for the vngodly 14 For God wyll not reiect his people: neither wil he forsake his inheritaunce 15 For iudgement shalbe reduced vnto iustice: and after it shall all such as be vpryght of heart [be iudged. 16 Who will ryse vp with me agaynst the malicious? or who wyll take my part agaynst workers of wickednesse 17 If God had not ben an ayde vnto me: it had not fayled much but my soule had dwelled in silence 18 But when I sayde my foote hath slypped: thy mercy O God helde me vp 19 In the multitude of my cogitations from the bottome of my heart: thy comfortes dyd recreate my soule 20 Shall the seate of wickednesse haue any thyng to do with thee: which [seate] maketh wrong to be enacted for a law 21 They flocke together agaynst the soule of the ryghteous: and condemne the innocent blood 22 But God is to me a refuge: and my Lorde is the rocke of my confidence 23 And he wyll recompence them their wickednesse, and destroy them in their owne malice: God our Lorde wyll destroy them